high above the city

Poetry

YA fiction

high above the city i see the girl in the mirror

i see her push her chest in and grow her hair out

i hear her love confessions in the night for people who wont ever know

i see the crystals slide down her face

ive known who she is all this time but why doesnt she

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I’ve been writing novels and poems since I came out of the womb. It’s a gift. When I get traumatized, depressed, or anxious, expect lots of poetry and writing :).

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